Coney Island

by Fred Gillen Jr

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1.
Coney Island 04:01
Coney Island You held my hand while I shot the freak I bet the man five bucks and laid my money down we celebrated victory at Nathan's on the boardwalk walking down this is a dangerous place to fall in love a very dangerous place to fall this is a dangerous place to fall in love the wonder wheel, great miracle of physics spinning madly like the earth around the sun the ghost of Woody Guthrie flying through the air above everyone this is a dangerous place to fall in love a very dangerous place to fall this is a dangerous place to fall in love Coney Island, Coney Island, Coney Island you ate cotton candy while I played my guitar it was too sticky for my fingers I said when you'd made it through that big, pink cloud I put my guitar away and we rode that wheel again this is a dangerous place to fall in love a very dangerous place to fall this is a dangerous place to fall in love Coney Island, Coney Island, Coney Island sometimes when I feel lost in the deep, dark recesses of my head I go back to Coney Island and ride the wonder wheel, somehow it brings me back again Coney Island, Coney Island, Coney Island
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Sometimes the night literally calls out to me beautiful shadow women in bar neon’s glow the tinkle of ice in glasses, different jewels in different boxes all traps for my delicate fingers We will shine and hope that its enough to make dreams from despair and call the devil’s bluff I bang this old guitar, reach deep into temptation and let it mingle with the smoke, turning grime to gold angels in hell, their halos dim in the blackness pale, but shining still We will shine and hope that its enough to make dreams from despair and call the devil’s bluff Sometimes in spite of the danger ‘round here through the taste of disappointment and smell of stale beer I hear angel voices answering me clear and echoing We will shine and hope that its enough to make dreams from despair and call the devil’s bluff To see light in the darkest corners may be crazy or it might be some form of second sight unexpected, unexplained, it has found us again never lost but always wandering We will shine and hope that its enough to make dreams from despair and call the devil’s bluff
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Witness 04:37
You're so beautiful if only you could see you as I see you you'd be in love with you too you're so beautiful like one of those sped- up films of a flower from swollen bud to brilliance in a moment the sound of your crying after its over is the voice of God saying "I love you" the voice of God saying "I do" the voice of God saying "I love you" you're so beautiful if you could only feel your hands on my back you'd be in love with you too you're so beautiful like an engine that's choking but starts anyway you fuel me up to keep me alive and the energy of rushing after so long in decay is the feel of God's hands on my face the feel of God's hands on my face the feel of God's hands on my face and oh, that I am your witness its not for me to question why oh, that I am your witness I'll just be here with eyes open wide its not for me to question why I'll be here with heart open wide you're so beautiful if only I could see you again you'd see that my love has not waned you're so beautiful
4.
Elliott 04:34
The heartbreak flickered from his fingertips floated in the air above his head it wasn’t such a surprise when I heard that he was dead his halo the glow of a neon sign sometimes a light shines so bright it burns out and sometimes there’s a warm afterglow sometimes you wonder how you got so low after flying so high goodbye Elliott goodbye your whole life was a cry for help a gentle voice in the wilderness lost, alone, and unanswered a futile challenge to a silence so deep your beautiful voice never gave you any echo sometimes a light shines so bright it burns out and sometimes there’s a warm afterglow sometimes you wonder how you got so low after flying so high goodbye Elliott goodbye nothing shines like a tiny needle when it’s finally found in that great, unending hay but for every little sparkle seen by searching eyes there are a thousand that shine on eyes that are blind goodbye Elliott goodbye his fingers flickered across the strings of that guitar just as fluid as the cooking works but he couldn’t see what those works could mean in between the feelings and the fire sometimes a light shines so bright it burns out and sometimes there’s a warm afterglow sometimes you wonder how you got so low after flying so high goodbye Elliott goodbye
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Gone 03:57
Always at the tip of my tongue is the truth that's gonna set someone free but the lump in my throat won't let go so silence is the way it's gonna be I'm lost and sick and confused I feel like I've been too many times abused alone with the whole world in my face if I could disappear without a trace I'd be gone, I'd be gone Always at the back of my mind the thoughts that keep me forever confined I get a sudden burst of that light for which I thirst then it's back to the same old blindness I'm lost and sick and confused I feel like I've been too many times abused alone with the whole world in my face if I could disappear without a trace I'd be gone, I'd be gone there's no answers in the sounds or poignant words words of any poet that I've found and no bartender can give me relief sometimes I want to just sleep, sleep, sleep but then the sky clears or a beautiful girl walks into the room and I'm home again, home free I'm lost and sick and confused I feel like I've been too many times abused alone with the whole world in my face if I could disappear without a trace I'd be gone, I'd be gone
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Censor the wind it is carrying dangerous messages pave the land we walk on there are germs where we stand I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground pick up the signal that's been lost Broadcast some white noise keep all frequencies out of range keep up this constant chaos maybe we'll all be deceived I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground pick up the signal that's been lost Help me lift this hammer so that we can smash this T.V. screen someone lend me a lighter so we can burn this magazine Tie up my hands there are too many locks to pick cut off my fingers So I can't turn the winning trick I will lay down and press my ear down to the ground pick up the signal that's been lost I can leave the light on but you'll have to climb the stairs open up this package when you get there Censor the wind it is carrying dangerous messages stick both your fingers in your ears
7.
Listen! 04:26
Look down at your feet and see the ground where you are standing everywhere is sacred in this land the road that you are walking doesn’t have any beginning it is never-ending in this land The rhythm of your steps tries to call to you Listen! High above cell towers and the periwinkle flowers squeezing through the cracks across the tracks I hear faint and beautiful above the roar of rubber through the ghost exhaust there is a song a song once sung cannot be unsung Listen! Put your ear down, hear the echo remember fleeting voices that you heard as a child Stubborn and defiant you once walked with your head high every step you took was multiplied you have learned to tip-toe when you even walk at all making little echo now you’re so quiet but a song once sung cannot be unsung Listen! Listen to the murmur of your echo Listen to the song that you once sung Listen to the calling of your rhythm Listen to the fleeting sound of freedom Calling
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Dying Gasp Of An Old Machine letters and photographs, scrapbooks and scraps nothing can replace the heart's memories lights in the mist, when it clears they shine with no respect for timing can you really replace a part of your past? because history doesn't go anywhere it flutters behind like the tail of a kite and the wind keeps all memories for the right time to fly how can you erase the human heart? dreams don't die though memories fade they live in our eyes, in moments they surprise and we take a step back and reach out for their light can you really replace a part of your past? because history doesn't go anywhere it flutters behind like the tail of a kite and the wind keeps all memories for the right time to fly like the dying gasp of some old machine with a hiss you shudder to a halt after crawling along with a prayer and a song peace comes in silence when the present defines us can you really replace a part of your past? because history doesn't go anywhere it flutters behind like the tail of a kite and the wind keeps all memories for the right time to fly somewhere along the line the truth refuses to be denied and despite the dreams replaced with little lies this world once so cold somehow becomes home
9.
Eleanor 04:26
Eleanor I got a $10 cup of coffee 'cause I forgot to feed the meter you'd think it'd make me slow down long enough to breathe but the voices in my head aren't simple, brave, and free I know they want me dead, or at least stressed out to some degree whisper to me gently, say something I need to hear make me laugh or make me cry, help me lose this sneer sing me your song, tell me your story bring me back I never knew this street was called Eleanor, until I read it on the ticket I got the first girl I was ever crazy about her name was Eleanor I remember her face like yesterday I remember her hands and her smell 25 years just fell away and there she was my Eleanor here she is my Eleanor whisper to me gently, say something I need to hear make me laugh or make me cry, help me lose this sneer sing me your song, tell me your story bring me back I got a $10 parking ticket and now I'm singing in the street a song I heard with Eleanor in eighth grade at the roller rink I hadn't noticed the warmth of the sunshine or the lilac scent on the breeze Eleanor came and her gentle hands touched my eyes and now I can see whisper to me gently, say something I need to hear make me laugh or make me cry, help me lose this sneer sing me your song, tell me your story bring me back
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released April 1, 2008

Produced by Koji Mabuchi

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Fred Gillen Jr Peekskill, New York

NYFA grant recipient Fred Gillen Jr has released 9 full-length albums, and 5 ep’s, has toured all over the U.S. and Europe solo, and Nepal and India with Greenheart. His songs have been on ABC's "All My Children," NPR's "Car Talk," CMJ, and his version of Woody Guthrie's "I Ain't Got No Home" was featured on "Pete Remembers Woody," a collection of Pete Seeger's spoken stories about Woody Guthrie. ... more

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